Went to a rather smart hotel yesterday for a series of family meetings. Was told by my wife - "you can't take the Grenadier to somewhere that smart; its covered in mud, filthy dirty and the back is full of barbed wire". Ignored her and she reluctantly came with me rather than driving herself in another rather smarter car.
On arrival the uniformed doorman took the keys and asked if he could park the Grenadier right outside the front door for the day where everyone could see it rather than hiding it in the car park. Bentleys, Rollers, and Porsches relegated to the car park out of sight. Brownie points earned with my other half.
Turned out that Sir Jim R owned the hotel......